His subordinates looked at him in horror.

Aresfon hooked his chin like a kitten, and the metal rubbed against his skin with a strange sound, and asked, "Why, can't you understand?"

When this most crazy pirate leader in the universe did not broadcast the live broadcast of the planet, he even walked slowly, his steps were a little staggering, shaking and swaying, and he always had to hold something on his hands, maybe because his prosthetics felt insecure.

If he had covered his terrible face and looked at his back alone, he would almost look like a kind uncle who was a little older.

"Yuan Yi Ren has spoiled me over the years. It's a bit crazy, but he's so crazy that he's always very sensible," Aresfon gently tapped the ground with a crutch. "The place where he disappeared in the end is the Death Desert. Why? The Death Desert is complex and very dangerous. People with brains will not go to fight against unknown opponents. Even if he has a reason to have to go, he will at least send me a letter, right? But he didn't, which means that in his eyes, the other party is not an opponent."

The subordinate looked back at the small mecha group that was fighting desperately with the detection team, and asked in disbelief: "It's like this?"

The Self-Defense Force suffered heavy losses. In a moment, three or four mechas had died without any corpses.

There are frequent incidents of pretending to be a pig and eating tigers, but I have never heard of pretending to be a pig and being eaten by a tiger.

If this is pretending, it would be too realistic - are these mechas all driverless?

Aresfon ignored it and said softly to himself: "Why are such a big team and heavy armor? Why are they all killed in one place? If the opponent does not have a super-time and space heavy armor team, then Yuan Yiren and others may be plotted first, and the other party detonates the nuclear missile depot... or a super energy source such as a jump point, but even if the jump point explodes, it is unlikely that the entire mecha team will be cleared, but we did not receive any alarms or help messages - that is, Yuan Yiren and others choose to continue chasing after heavy losses. Yuan Yiren is not stupid, which only means that the other party looks so weak that it is beyond imagination. It is very likely that it is such a small mecha team with two or three kittens."

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the door, and a man walked in quickly: "Your Highness Ares, I heard that your subordinates found an armed force..."

"You are ruthless, do you know who I remember? We visited the alliance many times over the years and experienced it." Aresfon seemed to have not seen the visitor, and still said to his subordinates slowly, "After Lin Jingheng's death, didn't his Silver Guards go their separate ways? These people have not moved yet, and maybe a few of them have fallen into the Eighth Galaxy."

After hearing this, the person who broke in, his steps came to an abrupt end, as if he was facing a great enemy: "What did you say? The Ten Silver Guards!"

The person who came was a tall and thin man, who looked between middle-aged and young people, and was dressed in an outfit with the space mecha. This man had long hair and waist, tied into a bunch of ribbons, and wore a lace-lace straight-collared robe, and tight leggings underneath. This outfit is very large. It is said that it was an organic combination of gorgeous Baroque style and mysterious Oriental Hanfu style in the ancient earth era. Only the most rigorous retro style can be worn.

Retros like this are rare elsewhere, but there are so many people who want to be in the "dystopian association". Demonstration advocates nature and retro. In order to get close to nature, there are also many people who dress themselves up as a yew.

"Good evening, Prophet Roye." Aresfon turned around calmly, bowed to the other party, and corrected, "I don't think this is much like one of the Silver Ten Guards, it should be just a few people. After the Alliance destroyed the Great Wall, the Silver Ten Guards had mutiny once. Although they soon lie down and compromised, the Alliance was used to hypocrisy and may not be able to settle the score later. Five years have passed, and the former elite team was sent to remote areas and was normal to wander around. What do you think?"

After Arisfon arrived outside the territory, he defected to the Dynastic Society. The Dynastic Society "faith" led everything. Each armed force would be equipped with a "prophet" with high qualifications in the Dynastic Society, responsible for daily supervision and brainwashing work, in case those interstellar pirates holding missiles indulge in contemporary weapons and forget their great mission of anti-technology.

This "Baroque Hanfu" enthusiast is the brainwashing commander-in-chief in Prince Kelly's guard.

After hearing this, the "Prophet" looked solemn. After thinking about it carefully, he nodded and said, "Yes, you have made sense. We have been in the country for so long. If it were really one of the Ten Silver Guards, the entire eighth galaxy would probably be lifted up by them. They would not hide their heads and tails like this - His Highness Ares, what are you going to do?"

Prince Kelly raised his eyebrows and his kind face showed blood and energy: "Of course they were blown away."

The prophet was stunned and remembered the unlucky thing of the old madman blowing three planets in a row. His temples leapt and hurt, and he quickly said: "No, the above is very concerned about the unknown Ten Silver Guards. If your inference is accurate, this may be the only chance for us to obtain information, and we must keep a living!"

Aresfon licked his lips without saying a word.

When the prophet saw his face, he knew that talking about the "big situation" with this guy was playing the piano against a cow. He looked like a hunter who was afraid that the mad dog would bite the skin and waved his hand without saying a word: "You stay here for me, you don't need to interfere in this matter. I'll take people to meet them!"

Aresfon stopped smiling and looked at the prophet coldly: "What do you mean?"

"I'm not robbing you of your credit, we are one," the prophet softened his tone and patted Prince Kelly on the shoulder sincerely. "You wanted to take revenge before, but the organization felt that your means were too fierce. It was me who took the pressure on you, because I understand you, and now you understand me too. Is it okay? If I miss important information, I can't explain it, brother!"

Aresfon looked at him for a moment, his eyes softened slightly, and he reluctantly touched him with his fist back: "Brother."

The prophet smiled and said in a divine voice: "For life and nature."

Aresfon's face was gloomy, and he followed him with his lips, "...life and nature."

After the prophet fooled him, he hurriedly turned around and walked away, and went to a point of his own soldiers, for fear that he would slow down, and the Ten Silver Guards he got flew like this.

When he heard the prophet take his team away from Hong Kong, a strange smile appeared on Aresfon's "unwilling" face and asked his subordinates: "I heard that these cult idiots gathered together to meditate all day long, but they were actually gathering to take drugs?"

His subordinates said in his ear: "Yes, it is said that they can help them concentrate and return to the truth."

"No wonder, my brain is sucked into a sponge." Aresfon laughed softly, "Since the 'sacrificial' has been in place voluntarily, let them catch a big fish and see who the other party is. Let's close the net."

Lu Bixing received Foucault's request for communication before he came back to his senses.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the old year passed in chaos. Through the spiritual network, he saw Chong San being dotted with him, and the huge heavy armor was particularly conspicuous. For the small mecha surrounding him, Chong San almost looked like a small planet that could shelter from the wind.

Lu Bixing was sure that Lin must have heard what he was going to say at that time. He closed his eyes and recalled carefully. When half of his words were interrupted by the alarm, Lin pressed him down and started to play. The man's expression was somewhat of a sense of compulsory calmness, and there seemed to be a little panic in it.

Panic...What is this reaction?

Lu Bixing once firmly believed that Lin Jingheng had a crush on him, but maybe the future was too dangerous, or maybe the chicken soup was poured into others in different ways, and he was a little hollowed out and suddenly became uncertain.

A thought that had disappeared for a long time was resurrected from the dead, Lu Bixing thought: "Are I being self-indulgent? This is a bit embarrassing."

Lu Bixing rubbed his face hard, as if he wanted to rub the embarrassment on his face, and received a communication request: "Hey, I'm here."

Foucault's face jumped onto his communication screen. The woman was not over two hundred years old and looked not old, but she also had no sense of youth. The fresh skin could not resist the passing of time. She had a pair of wrinkled pupils.

"You did not arrange for the transfer of residents in the base," Foucault said. "Do you believe we can stop this wave of pirates?"

"I really want to answer you 'yes'," Lu Bixing smiled bitterly at her, "But you don't believe it after saying it, right?"

"Sister is so old, just be honest with me. Don't use the words to fool the young people on Saturday to make me foolish me," Foucault bent his eyes and showed a little smooth smile. However, this stingy smile disappeared immediately. She said, "The base population is 10 million, too many. I'll do it. We don't have starships, all the mechas, and the pile of broken merchant ships combined, it's already great to transport a quarter of the people. Pirates may not give us a chance to run back and forth, so most of the remaining people will definitely be left behind, right?"

Lu Bixing sighed. When young people focus on their dreams and struggles, only such old people will quietly count their assets: "Sister Foucault, you have a very accurate estimate."

Foucault asked: "So you didn't mention it. Do you think this is too cruel?"

"No." Lu Bixing shook his head.

At this time, he suddenly didn't look like that "Teacher Lu". "Teacher Lu" made his role model to the fullest, always optimistic and cheerful, always holding a pot of chicken soup, ready to spray holy light on every "later student" at any time and fool them, "The teacher believes that you have the potential to reach the peak of your life."

At this time, Lu Bixing was objective and even a little cold. He was silent for a moment and said, "The pirates came too quickly. It was too late to make up lies. As long as someone realizes the problem you mentioned, the base will be finished. No one can control the situation. They don't have to wait for the interstellar pirates to destroy themselves...Sbansay should have considered this issue, so those merchant ships were thrown there, without even daily maintenance. He knew that this was a dead end."

"Spencer is a smart man, sometimes too smart... Let's not talk about him for now." Foucault fell seriously, "I think there is no way to have only one wave of interstellar pirates. If the way to explore the way, there will be a large army coming soon. I have run through the black market outside the domain many times and have a little understanding of them. Teacher Lu, we are basically delivering vegetables when we face interstellar pirates, and it is a dead end. Teacher Lu, you have made a choice for us. Can you tell us how to save our lives when we arrive at the front line later?"

Lu Bixing looked at her meaningfully: "Sister, have you discussed it with the weasel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Weasel picked up in the communication channel: "Teacher Lu, you built the anti-tracking system. No one is more familiar with you than you. We all listen to you."

Lu Bixing paused: "Unconditional obedience?"

The Weasel and Foucault, who were forced to join forces in the crisis, looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"I need you to listen to General Lin's arrangements at that time," Lu Bixing said. "No matter whether his order is reasonable or not, don't question him. If you execute it as quickly as possible, he may not let each of you save your life, but he will minimize the mortality rate."

The weasel hesitated for a moment and rubbed his hands: "This... Teacher Lu, I may not say this very appropriately, but General Lin... General, Votto's powerful man, he really... doesn't seem to care about our lives or death..."

"He came out with you to treat you as his soldiers." Lu Bixing said lightly, "No matter whether he is enthusiastic, indifferent or anti-social, a person who does not care about the casualty rate of soldiers may be able to become the death squad leader. It is unlikely that he will be the league general, let alone any record. I think this idea is still logical, right?"

The Weasel and Foucault were instantly convinced by his objectiveness.

"But the casualty rate is the casualty rate. For you, plane damage is almost 100% dead. Missiles have no eyes, so be careful." Lu Bixing opened the route map, "The transition point ahead is the last transition point. Are you ready?"

Ten days away from the base, the last pirate mecha was shot down.

On Saturday, he could not dodge and was hit by the flying mecha fragments. The outer wall of the mecha made a terrifying sound. He poked at the core of the cabin in a daze, listening to the mecha using mechanical sounds to report the damage degree.

"Self-Defense Force..." Saturday's voice was hoarse, "The Self-Defense Force reported the numbers according to the mecha number."

This method of counting is commonly used by regular troops. Lu Bixing has only taught him once, but has not actually used it yet. If no one in front of him answers, the person behind him will wait ten seconds... and then say it for him.

"I am Saturday, the protective cover is damaged, the power system damage rate is 60%, the missile is empty, and the energy to support the particle cannon is insufficient."

After he finished speaking, no one answered, and the communication channel was silent.

Saturday realized something and thrust his heart hard.

That ten seconds were pulled for infinite lengths.

It seems like a lifetime has passed.

A slight noise came from the communication channel, and a self-defense force member stumbled and said: "The Third Self-Defense Force, fortunately, only scratches, and there are two missiles... I will... I will report the number on the Second Aircraft. I will still be there?"

The Self-Defense Force, which used this method to report the numbers, was not familiar with the rules and still had a small expectation. However, time passed by minute by minute, and no one answered the No. 2 aircraft. The members of the Self-Defense Force had to continue in a hoarse voice: "The No. 2 aircraft has been shot down, and the comrades are on vacation... whereabouts are unknown."

They do not have the great Eden technology, and everyone who is crushed to pieces with the mecha can only reach a conclusion of "unknown whereabouts".

"The number of machine 6 is reported on the number of machine 5..."

"The number 11 reports the number of the number 10..."

Thirty members of the Self-Defense Force, after one battle, twelve mechas were lost, shrinking by nearly half. The living people were hanging among the stars and there was no time to be in pain.

Saturday: "Send a message to the base contact station and say that the pirate team has been defeated, so we protect..."

"Saturday!" A self-defense member suddenly interrupted him, "Look at the surveillance of the anti-tracking system, watch!"

When Saturday turned around, a group of light spots representing mechas were pouring towards them on the small screen, and soon occupied a corner of the screen - endless, no end.

When they traveled through mountains and rivers and knelt at Fate exhausted, Fate did not give them a good look.

The large-scale pirate regular army is here.

The Self-Defense Forces communication channel was silent.

For a moment, Saturday remembered his previous bold words - he would rather die in battle than live in silence - he felt like a different life.

"Strange," he asked himself inexplicably, "why do I think so?"

Then he cleared his throat on Saturday: "The Self-Defense Force still has 18 mechas left, of which eight are still combat-capable, and there are eleven missiles left in total, and four particle muzzles available. According to our previous style of play, it is only enough to fire a gun for one round... The food is not exhausted, and the bullets are almost over. It is meaningless to hide in the anti-tracking system to fight guerrillas now. We either fight or retreat."

The shadow of the forward Pirate Mecha can already be seen.

"But I still..." Zhou Saturday's voice trembled a little, and a very long ellipsis paused. He continued, "I still feel unwilling to give up. I want to try again, live like a person for a few seconds. After the outermost encryption of the anti-tracking system is cracked, the other party can continue to walk in. Since the Self-Defense Force is the pioneer, they must at least pass me first before they can continue to drive in. What do you think?"

Speaking of this, Saturday 1 gritted his teeth and continued without waiting for the team members to answer: "The arsenal and protective cover of the No. 1 aircraft are no longer available. I will be your shield. The closest jump point to us is port 0023. The encryption has not been cracked yet. Those who have fired the last missile can withdraw from there, and others... others will do it at their own expense."

As he spoke on Saturday, the crowd came out, the elliptical little mecha was mottled, with only one side of the power pusher flashing, like a fire in the dark, against the wind, and unwilling to extinguish it.

Immediately afterwards, a mecha that was also like a ragged iron followed him, and then the second and third...

Within five minutes, none of the ten mechas that had already emptied the arsenal fell, and all followed him out of the line.
To be continued...